Yearly Archives: 2015

It was all pretense. She knew it. He knew it. She could feel he knew it by the deep unhappy look of utter withdrawal she would catch in his eye, just at the moment when he would begin a hearty laughter-filled conversation with someone. It was high school all over…

Earlier this spring, bell hooks invited the award-winning actress, producer, and advocate Laverne Cox to speak at the private opening of The bell hooks Institute, a new center in Berea dedicated to critical thinking and contemplating the intersectional issues of race, gender, and class. The choice of Cox as the…

In my old bedroom, in this house now my Aunt A’s, walls mottle grey into black, char hiding that this room was ever painted purple in a hope that someone would guess, would know. Burning night, my hidden journals blown across the field—and my aunt, gathering boughs for wreaths, found…

Into the crowd of siblings, cousins once and twice removed, ballplayers and their girls, third-generation teachers, walked Johnny Montgomery, dark skin at least as strange as his last name in these parts.

Roaming through Cornwall, we saw the sign of Tintagel and followed a narrow road to the cliff-hung village. The castle ruin, a long walk down, was fornent the treacherous promontory above the relentless, pulsing sea.

The field. Light. Morning. Then, my father, uncle. Apples, everywhere. In boxes, in palms, in teeth. Apples, everywhere. The black mare. Wild. The black mare that dawned from the mountain. Wild. The rough sketches of my earliest memory. My father places me on the back of the beast & we…